Juice WRLD — Omen Freestyle

[Intro] Man, man, man [Verse] Freestyle off the top, bitch Run up on me, get hit, got my hand on my stick I was toting my Glock, stick She gon' suck on my dick, she gon' swallow my kids That lil bitch is obnoxious I count money, I stack it, it's nothing You know how I run it, I'm out of my pocket All my niggas be robbing, and back in Chicago We was rockin' them trueys and robins All my niggas got ice on they neck and they wrist And they sliding just like a toboggan I ain't talking 'bout pencil, a pistol But I get to rapping, this shit out of pocket Off the top I be freestyling shit Eminem I be 8 miling shit I be wildin', I'm going Bathing Ape I'm rocking barbarians all on my fit Talking stupid, R. Kelly with it Ignorant, I may piss on yo bitch I been balling like Kevin Durant All these niggas ball, Kevin, you can't Niggas pussy, the fuckin'— Ooh, haha I make it look easy, ayy Truck fit when I skate on that bitch So she think I'm Lil Weezy, ayy My diamonds so sick, my diamonds so cold They got me sneezing, ayy Jimmy Neutron, give me Brain Blast That lil' bitch get to wheezing, ayy Look, I read that bitch like a book You run up on me, then yo' ass getting took I poke a bitch like I'm on Facebook All my niggas get cash for real I don't really give a fuck 'bout a record deal Just bought a house, I ain't finna lay it— Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on Just bought a house, I won't drop the location But nah, I do not live in the hills I got money for real You will get popped like a pill Niggas is not in the field All of my niggas is down for real All my niggas is down to kill I know niggas that's down for real [mumbles] for real Had my heart broke for real Yo' bitch gave me throat for real Hit it from the back like a singer Tryna hit a note for real Everything I say is the truth The truth is what I spoke, for real I feel like I'm Travis Scott, 'cause I got the Antidote for real Nigga I'm doper than— I'm doper than a writers pen I don't ever have writers block But I'll prolly pick up the Glock, shoot you in yo' top Juiced up so I feel like Pac Run up on me, then I got a Glock I'ma hit a dread-head, bloody mop Listen, I'ma ball on you niggas and these bitches I've been ballin', bitch I feel like a Piston I march on niggas, I be army enlisted All these niggas startin' to act like some bitches So all these niggas start to act like some sissies I'm just spinning like tornado or twister "Juice WRLD, he a fucking enigma" Freestyling on live with my niggas, ayy Gold in my mouth, Burberry my shirt Moncler on my pants, I'm making it hurt Margiela on my shoes when I stomp I know they dirty 'cause I'm putting in work Niggas know what's up, I be putting in work Like A$AP Ferg, put him in a hearse I'm finna go buy my bitch a new purse Birkin' bag 200, off of this earth Maxlord what you on? He just walked out of the room, he gone No, he ain't walk out the room He was just prolly finna turn the lights off or the lights on I'ma freestyle, done it all night long I'll freestyle, I don't gotta write songs I'll freestyle, I don't gotta right wrongs Skate on they block like they want some, ayy Smokin' on that King Kong, yeah Run up on me you gone Transform in the Lambo like Megatron, yeah I'ma put my team on NLMB, No Limit, we strong, yeah 150 where I belong GDK, EBK, you know we on, yeah Money is super long, yeah Shoutout to Kyro, shoutout to Bibby Shoutout G-Money, shoutout to Maneski Shoutout to Herbo, shoutout my niggas They gonna leave a fuck nigga stanking This not a joke, I am not pranking What is you doing? Fuck was you thinking? Why is you tweakin'? I'll leave you leakin' Hit that bitch, CeCe like Weekend, ayy [Outro] Bitch I'm good At this rapping shit, so it's understood Hope it's understood That these niggas are okay But bitch I'm good I'm good I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm good